I don't think that I could describe my turning point as one particular event. I've dieted on and off in the past but never felt that I needed to commit to this extent. I have just finished doing a four year degree at Uni, during which I slowly but surely piled on the pounds through easy access to vending machines, study break munching, too many takeaways and way too many boozy nights
. By no means did I start out skinny but the realisation began to dawn when I couldn't fasten yet another pair of jeans. I had gone up three clothes sizes and put on nearly four stones over the last four years, not good at all. It was always something that 'I'd see to later', after exams or when I get back from travelling. I told myself that I don't have these excuses anymore, because that's all they were, excuses, not real reasons. I realised it each time I ran for the train and got out of breath, when I saw my Grad Ball and Graduation photos and cringed, when it got to the point that friends bringing out the camera meant that it was time to sneak out or hide at the back of the group so that the world of Facebook wouldn't have to be subjected to yet more images of my flabby arms on friend's pages. It's horrible and it's embarrassing and one day, a few weeks ago, I just decided: it's time to do something about it. If I don't it will only get worse. There's no better time than when determination comes along and gives you that long awaited kick up the backside.